I grab all my stuff and quickly messaging Luke, not mentioning what happened between me and Calum of course. Calum is right, if people ever find put what happened between us it could put a future career for me and his current career into so much jeopardy. And I don't want that for either of us.
I type the message "Lunch?" to Luke before taking in a breath and sorting out my messy hair. I put my shoes back on aswell; Calum said that when you take your shoes off in a place you feel more safe and comfortable to express yourself, it worked.
When I finish wriggling into my shoes, I hear my phone beep telling me that Luke messaged back.
"Course babe ;)" I giggled a little as i read the disgusting word "babe". It's a strange word really - what does it even mean? Why is it there? And why do people use it as a term for anything? Its a disgusting word.
I open the door slowly, but then i panic and shut it again. What if someone's out there? What if someone knows everything thats happened between me and Calum? What if Mr. Liken comes to tell me I'm even expelled for my insane behaviour? Even if it was both me and Calum. Takes two to tango.
I message Luke, too scared to venture outside where the questions could be answered. "Come to the studio? Elevators scare me :(" lies, I love elevators.
He texts back within seconds "which one?"
"7b5"
"On my way babe ;)"
He needs to stop using that disgusting word, gross.
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I hear the door start to creak open, I'm praising God almighty already. If there was anyone I'd want to open that door right now it'd be Luke. Thank the lord that it is.
I take in a deep breath and close my eyes as the door creaks a little more. Damn that thing needs some oil. I turn on the spinny chair and breath out, eyes still shut.
When I hear the few footsteps that walk in the room I run up to the figure, and as I run I open my eyes. And as I open my eyes - I wish I hadn't.
I still travel along with the actions I was starting to take anyway, my body not being controlled by my brain. And I hug him. Why do I do that? Why does he hug back? Why do I feel safe? Why do I feel like I have no shoes on in his arms? Why is my head resting in his chest? Why do I feel like I should never let go?
He pulls back after two minutes of the strangest hug I have ever had. And looks me in the eyes, his have a dark kind of look but I'm not sure if I like it or hate it.
"I'm really sorry I'm late. I had some er, stuff to sort out." He doesn't stop with the eye contact which somehow makes his apology more genuine to me, more real.
"Its okay." I respond kind of intimidated by the small sense of sweetness Michael had shown.
"No its not. How about I make it up to you?"
I simply nod my head, yes.
"Lunch?" But what about Luke?
Is it worth ditching spending time with Luke, someone who I can properly talk to about everything for Michael? This guy could tear out my purple/blonde hair in a second, then try and apologise to me.
I say yes anyway, I'm too scared to say no.
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So we're waiting in line at a nice little pizza place just on the outskirts of town. We had walked together for a little. The only words exchanged were "Where are we going?" Then that question being answered. I'm not complaining though, I'm scared of conversation with Michael.
Anyway, waiting in line as you do.
"Pepperoni or Hawaiian?" He asks me with his hands in his leather jacket that completely contrasts from his pink hair.
